Wade 'Deadpool' Wilson

Home from a long and productive day of... well not really doing much more than taking Max for a walk and watching FAR too much Food Network, Wade checked his mail.

Huh.

A scroll.

"This better not end with explosions and rage," He muttered, opening it up.

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"Huh." Yeah, he needed a beer. Or five.

After making Nate watch nearly half of season one of ANTM and drinking far too many beers, Wade had made his way up to his and Arashi's bedroom. Leaving Nate passed out on the couch with a suspicious fox using his chest as a bed, he flopped down on the big, empty bed.

He'd been gone a day and Wade missed him already. How high school did that sound? Next thing you knew he'd start righting bad emo song lyrics about the pain and all that junk. Wade curled up and was quickly out cold. But he was far too much of a cuddler to sleep comfortably that way, so he snagged Arashi's pillow to snuggle.

If anyone say that, he'd have to kill them horribly with rusty knives.


[[OOC: Establishy, Cable modded with permission!]]